When Francesca the new cat walked in 2 years to the day that Alexandria the cat had gone missing, one had to review the eerie set of similar circumstance surrounding how I got the new cat. I suppose you don’t have to, that’s just the kind of chick I am. I love to ponder these things.

People always ask me “will my dog/cat/horse come back to me” with determination that there will be this magnetic pull that will reunite the two souls. In the case of the animals I have around me, I would say we have a whole soul family going.

Reuniting is a comforting thought; it eases the pain magnificently at the time of someone departing. I heard my mother talk about the party being too noisy in the room on her death bed and I saw my father utterly amazed at whom and what he was seeing just hours before his death. It was so startling for him and awe inspiring, he couldn’t speak, he didn’t utter a word from that moment on.

It’s pretty clear that when we leave this life we reunite. We love the idea that there is a continuum like matriculating back for graduation or something. Many people tell me right off the bat that the dog or cat I’m there to talk to is the reincarnated version of a soul that had lived in their house for many lifetimes. People will have striking recollections of the story.

In the above picture here, you see Francesca sitting next to a picture of Alexandria. In that picture frame/box are Alexandria’s little keepsakes and Francesca sits there a lot.

Alexandria ruled with a firm hand. She didn’t let Olivia (the dog) as a puppy understand that she might on some level even sort of kind of maybe like her (though we discovered they loved each other later). Olivia is always tentative around cats, one of her true obsessions partly because she wanted Alexandria to like her so much.

In the mid 90’s when I still lived in Los Angeles, I had gotten a frantic call from my friend Jenni. She said that someone had dropped a cat off with a box full of kittens to her next door neighbor’s yard (a known cat rescuer). The kittens were running amuck and the mother was going into heat. Jenni was out gathering kittens and saving them from the predators in the Hollywood Hills. Out of my mouth flew the words “I’ll take the mother”. I brought Alexandria home that night. The kittens all had homes within 24 hours.

Alexandria lived with me and entertained me like no other friend. We went from LA to Seattle to Denver to Florida and back. We picked up a husband and his kids along the way and returned to the Seattle area with no people just more animals. We had much adventure in 13 years and lived in many settings: Urban, suburban, 3 beach areas and 3 farms (she loved visiting guesthouses and ski condos) . On the 30th of August 2007, she disappeared.

Through my work as an Animal Communicator – having helped thousands of people and animals reunite, this was a heartbreaking story for me. For a long time, I really just missed my best friend.

I couldn’t get another cat for quite some time. On the 30th of August 2009 a friend called and said “I have a feral cat I found stalking my birds in a cage”. I was moving into a new place, I thought perfect, she can be my feral barn cat. I won’t get too attached. The same thing slipped out of my mouth – “I’ll take her”.

This new cat, Francesca was not feral, not a barn cat and like Alexandria was a child bride – quite pregnant. I would say she’s a hobby hunter. She walked into the new house with the boxes all over with her tail up as though she owned the joint. She went up and kissed Olivia on the lips and Isabella the other dog had to learn all about life with cat(s). And I’m attached. She went straight to all of the furniture and boxes of stuff that Alexandria loved.

Is the personality the same? Not exactly. Daily, we have spurts like Alexandria did of what I call “wacky cat” and she does love her fun. There are plenty of other little Alexandria quirks, similarities and notable conditions and some nothing like her.

Somehow I drew back either a reincarnation or distinct archetypal characteristics of a very charming loveable kitty. If it is Alexandria reincarnated, and this soul has come back – I want to give the space for her to expand for her soul’s journey this lifetime in whatever that looks like. If it’s a fresh soul to my world – we have certainly enjoyed the learning curve so far. We started our adventure raising kittens together!

Have you had an animal come back? Do you continually draw back the same archetypal companion or relationship? I’d love to hear from you –

Blessings,

Joan Ranquet

Animal Communicator, Author, Speaker and Founder of Communication with all Life University

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Sara said,

I really loved reading this. I have had similar experiences with my cats. I had a tiny black cat named Zoe who was extremely close to me, always sitting on my lap and never going far even though she had access to the outdoors. She died of heart failure at a young age, and a few years later, I ended up with another tiny black cat named Ruby who is a talkative homebody just like Zoe was, but I have never felt like they were the same soul. I’ve felt like Ruby has taken on some of the characteristics that I love and missed so much. It really has been a comfort to me.

Bailey said,

We now have a mare that we are positive is the reincarnation of my husbands’ horse, Genie. Her name is Hildy now. She just turned 6, she was born right around the time Genie passed. The reason we believe this is because she acted like she recognized him the very first time she saw him. Nickering, dancing across the stall front, obvious joy. She acts that way with no one else. She didn’t even do that to her owner. She was only at the barn he worked at for 3 weeks, and then she moved to another local barn. When we went to that barn to get a membership to use their indoor arena, she again went nuts in the stall nickering, running back and forth across the stall front. We weren’t looking at the stalls and didn’t even realize she was in that section of the barn. SHE recognized HIM and made sure he knew it. The owner had a sudden financial crisis (talk about fate!) and we had the opportunity to purchase her. She is just as flamboyant as Genie EVER was. She’s taller now, which is good, because Genie was a petite Saddlebred, at 14.3. Hildy is also a Saddlebred, and 16.0 hands tall, a great height for my 6’3 husband. She is joyful every time she sees him, it is amazing and beautiful to watch.

turaluralura said,

I have always suspected that one of my cats is the re incarnation of my husband who suicided, ostensibly because our marriage had failed. I decided on a whim to adopt two very sick kittens from a “pound”. The woman brought them to my place. One of the kittens took one look at me and ran and hid, and hissed when I went anywhere near him. I called up the woman to find out what he was like with her, and he was fine. It was as if he recognized me and wanted absolutely nothing to do with me. I kept him because I somehow knew that he would develop a fierce bond with the cat I already had. I mostly got the two new kittens to keep my one cat company. I was right. The two bonded like glue. I toyed with the idea that he was my re incarnated husband, but never took it seriously. Lately I noticed this cat has the same habit of curling in his paws/toes that my husband had. I was always telling him to try to relax his toes but he never would. Just as a lark, tonight, I started singing all the stupid songs to this cat that I used to sing to my husband. He responded by sitting right up at attention, staring at me, his whole body quivering. He seemed to look very sad. Tonight he let me pet him twice and twice came over and put his face right up to my face. He’ll maybe do that once a month. Maybe. Also funny is that my husband and I used to make jokes about him being a cat. It was funny to us. He was a scientist, but we would do this skit where he was a cat giving presentations at work, then rubbing against the legs of his superiors, and taking naps in the middle of meetings. He also said he wished he was my cat. Well, I wonder if he’s my cat now.

lyndall said,

I found myself here reading your website after an amazing ‘coincidence’. In 1995(on January 19 as printed on her adoption paper) my partner bought me a kitten that I fell in love with at the shop, I was 16. A silver stripe tabby and a gorgeous kitten. This cat Tasha became my best friend, she was affectionate and pretty and such a ‘lady’ always knew when to come up and snuggle. My partner died when I was 24 and she became even more sentimental. We lived in the city, country, beach and moved house about 12 times during her life. On one move she went missing, I put ad’s in papers, signs up and searched everywhere, after 2 and a half weeks I’d lost hope but prayed to whoever to find her. I couldn’t eat or sleep then 1 night she was sitting across the road like nothing was wrong. So relieved. She saw my 2 daughters born and never harmed them even when they ‘teased’ her like kids do. In Sep 2011 I was 33 my girls 10 and 5 and Tasha was 17, she hadn’t been well with a growth on her ear.I sat with her that night as she was in a coma for hours and she died in my lap sitting on the bed-her favourite spot. Heartbroken. I made a big frame of photos with her collars attached and put her I.D tag on a silver chain that I wear around my neck. An irreplaceable pet who was by my side everyday from 16-33.
I walked past a new pet rescue shop yesterday January 19 2012 and spotted a kitten identical to Tasha, I looked at her and asked the lady her birthday-6/11/11. Tasha was born 12/11/94. She was the same rare silver stripe tabby and a female like Tasha. I couldn’t leave her there so paid the $200 to adopt her( was $30 in 1995). I cannot believe the circumstances of dates and my new little kitten(Ninja-name pending) is just so amazingly similar to Tasha in looks and things she does. Seems to know her way around, straight into litter box, slept her first night up behind my pillow(all night) like Tasha did. I’m still trying to comprehend it all. My 5 year old said “Did you shrink Tasha and bring her back?” Too cute, I’m thinking it is her back but am amazed at how quick(3 months).
I loved Tasha deeply and am missing her so much, what an amazing development. I don’t think I can dismiss re incarnation with the above story.

lisa said,

well my dear best friend Julius was hit by a car thursday 17 may 2012 he was 1 yr and 3 days old i love him with all my heart and am praying he comes back to me, i am so broken from this i loved him sooo much , after reading these stories give me a glimmer of hope that he will , i pray every night we are brought together again , i miss him terribly thank you i have been goin to the pound regularly to see if he’s there , lisa and julius

alex said,

same thing happened to my beloved little girl cat ruby, she too died on tuesday 21st august 2012 after being hit by a car, she died instantly, she was only one year old. Im heartbroken, devasted and cry whenever i think of her. She died half an hour before i got home and i keep thinking that if only id gotten home sooner she would still be with us. I do think she came back to see us, it was the strangest thing, we were away camping and whilst away we went swimming and parked in a large car park with lots of spaces, when we returned a car was parked next to mine with the windows slightly open, i noticed there was a dog inside and turned to tell my mum, my daughter then said “ruby”, to my mum. So we looked into the car and there hanging from the inside mirror was a cat air freshner, the cat was the spitting image of my ruby. the air freshner kept turning and stopping so that the cat was looking at me, it was like she was telling me she is ok, at peace an not in any pain. People tell me it her time to go. Is this true and do they really come back to let you know they are ok?

I enjoyed your post. my dearest companion, Montana, died last year on august 13, 2011 on a full moon. i still am struggling with her death. my world is dimmer without her here. she was born in a dog’s body but she was more like a soul sister –or perhaps spouse to me. i felt like i had known her my whole life from the day i brought her home. she behaved relaxed and calm as if she knew me as well. she taught me things, the way she was so polite and composed, full of poise, in all circumstances. she needed very little training. she taught herself to push balls of varying sizes around, like soccer, “scoring” in parts of the house and barking at me to see where she landed it. she was with me when i married, when i lost my job, when i started my own company, traveled with me on all of my vacations, she was there for me when our puppy died suddenly by a freak drowning (they adored each other). i started craving to have a child because i knew she would be such a good teacher to a child, and show them why animals were so incredible. It took me many years to get pregnant. Each year depressed me because i saw her get older and wanted a child to experience her too. When i finally had my child, she stared at me with her big brown eyes in a fashion that was so deep and soulful it made me cry. as if we had had this child together. as expected, she became my child’s nanny and was glued to her side. there for her first walk. for her first fall. two years later when she became ill, it perplexed all the vets. we did not know exactly what she was dying of. perhaps it was just old age and her time to go. she was nearly 12. she ar breath stopped. it’s exactly way i would have wanted to pass. i feel like it was me too, who died. we shared everything, why not death. i am generally a very happy person and enjoying my life on this earth still, but i just feel that my life is “halved”. i do not fill as content and fulfilled as i did with her for those 12 years. i have no idea if she will come back to me in this lifetime. perhaps she has bigger things to do than to repeat her life with me. the word i use to describe her was: sangfroid. always calm, intelligent, and poised. balanced with an incredible sense of humor and unique way of playing that it made me and continues to make me laugh to just think about it. i have not met a dog-or even a person- close to possessing her qualities. could have she been a spouse in a former life? we seemed as one, unseparable.

Lynette said,

On 10/15/2009 my cat passed away from old age. He was my kindred spirit. The pain in my heart was unbeleivable. 10/20/2012 while shopping in Tractor Supply, I looked in a box of “free to good home” kittens. One of the little male kittens looked up at me and meowed as if to say, Its about time you got here, I have been waiting all day. I picked up the kitten and he gave me a kiss on the nose. I went home with him. He has a new name and color, but I know he is my old kitty in a new little body. It is nice to know this has happened to other people.
Thank God for animals.

Janelle Lear said,

My daughter insisted I take a stray dog that had been hanging around her neighborhood stable for weeks. I resisted until she brought him to my house…out jumped a yellow lab looking dog that had been shaved and I immediately named him Barney. When his coat grew in he was the most beautiful Golden Retriever. He spent the next 9 years as my companion at home and traveling. I have a picture of him sitting, looking regal with his head cocked to one side with the Wilderness Pass (Colorado) scenery in the background. Then he was struck by a car…his spinal cord was damaged and he could not stand. The vet suggested easing his pain and while I stayed with Barney he wouldn’t look at me. Not sure what that meant. Months later a lady who was new to barn but didn’t know Barney knocked at the door asking if I had lost a yellow dog. She’d had a dream where a Golden Retriever came running through a field with his coat flowing. She said the dog wanted me to know that he was okay now. I burst into tears.

Gontyna said,

Yes, I’ve had a cat and a horse come back to me. The cat had been gone about 10 years, but there was no mistaking him when he arrived, because he took up residence on my pillow and started sleeping on my head, just as he had in his previous life. The horse had been gone about two years. He was a chestnut gelding in his past life. Two years after he died, when one of my mares was giving birth, as soon as the face of her chestnut filly tarted to emerge, I could see my gelding’s face somehow imprinted over hers, and it didn’t take long to realize that the gelding had come back. This filly — now a 7-year-old mare — has the same markings as the gelding. She even acts like a gelding, and she was easy to train…we just picked up where we left off!

Rita said,

At a time when I was losing a dear friend to lung cancer, I found an abandoned cat near a subway station. A young kid told me it was not his cat and that it was a stray. The cat just struck me as a poor thing that needed love and help and I came back at night and trapped her. She attacked the cage all the way home….she was wild. When I got her in the house I put some food out and she immediately came out to eat. After that I remember picking her up and hugging her tightly because it just grieved me that she had been abandoned by someone. I took her the vet, she had all kinds of ailments (i understood nothing about these various diseases) and took care of the immediate things first. I was in love with her. She was so sweet. She came at a time when I felt helpless to help my friend who died shortly after I took this one in. Her name was Bo-bos.

She made three moves with me while I had her. I found out through a third or fourth vet visit that this cat was “very” old near 20 or so. She went into kidney failure (diabetic, FIV, etc.) five years later on July 24, 2002. She suffered because I didn’t want to believe she was dying. I finally took her to the vet and he put her down. I was not with her but I felt her energy leaving her and I wept like a baby for her. I was inconsolable, and I buried her. I mourned for weeks. I thought of getting another one but it just seemed like no other cat could replace her.

About two or three months later, I stopped at a new pet store I’d driven past several times to pick up food for my other cat. They had kittens for sale. I thought, oh I’ll take a look but I’m not getting one. I walked over to the cage and there were a bunch of kittens. Next thing you know, I’m calling over the store clerk. I told the clerk I wanted a female and picked one out of the bunch that was very cute. When she opened the cage so I could pick her up, I reached in and suddenly another kitten fell out of a play thing/nook in the cage and landed right in front of the kitten I had picked. It shook his head, and somehow, I knew this was the one I wanted and I said to the girl…”I want this one.” I later asked if it was a girl but the clerk couldn’t tell. Nonetheless, I took it home. It was a love story as soon as they boxed him for me to take home. I immediately stopped grieving for Bo-bos.

I named him Dingles. A few weeks later, I took him in for his first check-up and I brought his file that the clerk had given me. When the vet asked for his birthdate I didn’t know it was contained in the file, but it was. And you know what the date of his birth date was? July 24, 2002. I knew immediately that Bo-bos had returned to me.

I loved Dingles so much…almost too much. He was an amazing being. The love of my life, my soul mate even. He died suddenly on Dec. 2, 2012 from Saddle Thrombus and congestive heart failure. It happened within an hour. I was prepared for it. I have been visited by him everyday since I buried him on the Dec. 5th. First in dreams, then I would awake in the night and have felt him walking on my bed, heard him, seen him in these quick shadows often outline forms not completely whole, that wisk past me. In fact I haven’t had a whole nights sleep since he died because I wake up and feel his presence. Purring and breathing in my ear. The other night he rubbed his cheek against a cardboard box in the slow and deliberate manner he used to.

I was concerned that he has not gone “into” the light due to his concern over my grief, but now I think he just wants to be with me still. Recently, I told him if he wants to come back to me to come back! I don’t know if he will, but last night I did not feel his presence. (Incidentally, I have had two other after death experiences, once with the friend who died of lung cancer, the other with Bo-bos, and now with Dingles. These are the only deaths that have happened around me as my entire family is still intact.). Am I nuts? I don’t know. Is he coming back? Will I know?

I think just as you knew that Dingles was who needed to be in your life, you will know as this soul returns again in whatever form. Or perhaps the Bo-Bos/Dingles soul will send you something so different to have a completely different experience. I definitely do not think you are nuts – I think it is wonderful. And, while there aren’t a lot of places to express it, you are in good company here! I can’t wait to hear about who shows up next! Blessings, Joan

Rita said,

Thank you Joan. I’d wanted to share that story with someone else for a long time other than my own family. There were so many spiritual things that occurred between me and the Bo-bos/Dingles soul to type out in your comments section! I hope he comes back just because he loves me as much as I love him. To go through another life-time with me-that would be something. I knew about four months in advance that Dingles was going to die. It started with enormous feelings of love for him while I was away from him and around him. Then a few times out of the blue, I would turn to him and ask him why he wanted to leave me so soon-and I would hug him and tell him not to die on me. I had discussions with him where I told him that I wanted him to live a long life. After he died, my mother reminded me that I kept saying he was going to die out of the blue while sitting on the couch at night. While I remember doing those things I did not acknowledge these things consciously at the time to mean anything. But I was fully read up on saddle thrombus and the day it happened, when I left him downstairs sleeping, I paused over that a bit and questioned whether leaving him downstairs while I went up to the second floor was the right thing to do. All my appointments canceled for that day and I was home. I was quite calm and poised and got him to emergency within 20 minutes something I did not do with Bo-bos.

Sheila Nixon said,

Dear Joan
I recently had to say goodbye to my cat. 1/20/2013 He was 15yrs old and sick.
Very hard to be without him. Do you know if he could reincarnate to a new kitty?
With same colors? and a male?
What can I do?
Thank you for this nice web site I appreciate it
Peace
Sincerely , Sheila and Gabriel (my cat)
he is named after the archangel

It must be so hard to be without your beloved. A great thing to do is to get quiet and have a journal ready. Then, after several deep breaths, ask Gabriel if he is going to come back. Be ready to write down the answer. From there, maybe he will let you know in what form he will come back and some simple signs to recognize him. When we are grieving, it is more difficult to feel comforted by our beloveds. In time, you will recognize the subtle energy embracing you now.

Sheila Nixon said,

Sheila Nixon said,

I had a dream this morning at 4am I t was Gabriel my cat! He came right up to me very slowly like he used to in real life he is chillaxed and he was meowing to me and seemed sad and lost I petted him and it seemed very real like he was still here I am lead to believe that when a person or animal comes to our dreams it is considered not a dream and a “Visitation” I also had a 2nd dream of him too about an hour later he was at a neighbors house and could not stay at mine I dont know why I asked the neighbor if he could stay there she was ok with it then i went back to check on him he was near another cat and was tryin to use that cats kitty litter box I dont know what this all means yet but yesterday I did buy a new kitty litter box and a new cat bed again I still pray he will reincarnate and that he leads me to him I also last nite before I went to bed I was sitting near his remains and little memorial i made and i felt on my hair like something was licking and grooming my head I think maybe it was him but I could only just feel it very gently what is your experience with all this? Thank you again Sincerely Sheila and Gabe who has wings now

Jo said,

ok so I’m kinda relating to these stories now. I didn’t believe in these stories untill now. My Staffy dog timber, died in 2009, he was my bet friend, and watched both my sons born, and timber died when my oldest was 3 and youngest was 4 months. He was my best friend and most mornings when I was pregnant with my first, I would find my partner on the sofa, and when I asked him why he would reply that timber wouldn’t let him anywhere near me when I was sleeping, so if I went to bed before him there was no chance timber would let him get into bed, he actually woke me up one night growling at my partner hahah. I miss my best friend dearly and we have his ashes on our fire place. well, we are now in 2013 and my children are now 7 and 4, and we have recently adopted an akita cross puppy, a little girl whom we have named winter. The owner had to get rid of the pups at 4 weeks old due to living at a relatives and they were giving him his notice to leave ad he could only take with him the mother and father of the pups, so I took one to try and help out. from 4 weeks old, winter has shown signs o fitting in as if she has always been here. on day 2 I taught her sit and paw within 5 minutes and at 6 weeks I taught her with ONE SLICE OF HAM given in little bits to “doggy dance” she learnt to jump about in a circle and then weave through my legs, she mastered this at 6 weeks old within 10 minutes and when ppl ask how I have taught a pup as young as her to do his I can’t answer, and can only say “her communication skills are outstanding”. she is now 9 weeks old today, and the bond I feel with her is amazing, and her behavioural habits are all the same as timber. Timber used to suck his paw, and today I noticed her sucking the heel of my shoe, and looking at me. she isn’t a regular pup who is mischievous, it’s although she already knows her boundaries and what is expected of her and what’s exceptable, to narrow it down, it’s like… She’s never been away from us, asif she’s been here before ? it’s so strange, I had to read up on the Internet about it and came across this we page. she chews on bottles and takes takes off the lid of juice bottles just like my timber did !!! she fits into our family so well and like she’s always been here with no problems tht normally u do wih a pup that I can’t help wondering…. What if ??? Infact I think I already no ? xx

I love that!! I think more and more we are going to find people surfacing that are realizing that their animals are “familiar” – as in they have had a prior life with them. And, by “familiar” with regard to animals reincarnating, I believe that they also feel like family!

Colleen Roseberry said,

Hi there
Two years ago I bought a young piebald horse who was aged 3 years
I had been to the yard to ride a other horse
which I was buying and just happened to
look at what else was there
I felt I had to have him although he wAs
young and untrained
He has since displayed a lot of the characteristics
of a horse named Ryan whom I had more
than 20 years ago and who died suddenly
Coincidence ? I think not

Janelle Lear said,

If you live long enough your animals come back to you over and over. When my 22 y.o. mare left me almost one year later to that day her first born filly (age 10) that I had given to a friend came back to me. She has the same spirit of her mother with some refinements (her mom was a fiesty, unpredictable yet controllable horse if that makes sense – we had an understanding). At first I was reluctant to ride Mia as I didn’t really know her but trusting her and going out on our first trail adventure she has proven to be a reliable and lovable mount. Almost overnight she has bonded with me with that long-missed and familiar nicker when she sees me. Amazing, she is the first of my three horses to recognize the sound of my truck when I come home.

Anna said,

Last year I lost my beloved Cat Torrey at the age 13 to Cancer. She was my best friend, the other half of my “two man crew”. I’d found her when she was 1 week old and sick and nursed her back to health. When I found out she was sick, it was the hardest time of my life. I wept daily for months and talked to her all the time. I had given her strict instructions to come back to me. I told her she had to find me and that I would always be looking for her. Two months ago (9 months after Torrey’s passing) I was driving with my husband and I yelled at him to stop the car. There sitting on the side of the road halfway under a parked car was a kitten. I immediately picked the kitten up and just knew. The kitten was a boy that I named Huckleberry Finn. From the minute he looked at me I knew it was her. I thought it was a bit strange that she came back to me as a boy but I know it’s her. I brought him in the house and my other cats and dogs loved him immediately. There wasn’t any hissing or growling, it was as if they knew him already. I was still a bit optimistic about it, and recently I was eating a salad with vinegar and oil. Torrey liked to drink the vinegar salad dressing from the bottom of the bowl (not something normal cats do). Huck jumped up and started to drink it. Tears filled my eyes and my heart swelled to the point that I thought it would burst. My sweet Angel Cat has returned to me. Sometimes you just have to have Faith 🙂